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Circus Circuits
I learn computer skills and compare "it" with me~published and CD by Poetry.com. |
| My mind doesn't work in circuits. My mind works more like clouds, Whirling with winds of thoughts, Passed in currents, waves, Wafting like grains of sand Upon layers of land, Life, Liberty, and The pursuit of kinesiology, A more physical theology. My mind doesn't work in flashing lines of light. If computers can crash, Why can't I? |